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Grotto
The Day of ONE Big Death
In the suburbs of New York City lies a cluster of gangs prowling around.
The Ink Ballows are the low-lifes, as in the bottom of the pit, the ones that don't do much.
The Galaraly's are the second in command. They rule the south-side of town. They get all the guns and ammo.
The Skull Merchants yearn for power and seize the cash from the Ink Ballows.
The Ink Ballows began to get downright angry from the constant borrowing of money. They would soon have they're time to shine and
culminate in the end. Plus all the borrowing did was goad them into reaching better standards in the city of New York.
So the don of the Ink Ballows brought together all his best, high-notch
guys. They we're going to assasinate the Galaraly's don, Leon Trice. But first they would need to get the guns.
They ended up sending Brian Roheley because his brother is a Galaraly, plus they're twins. His bro. was out of town on a "business trip."
So Brian got his new threads and drove to the mansion of the
Galaraly's.
This place was huge! It had a garden loaded with flowers and fruits of all kinds, when you first walk through the mansion doors there's a luster of light that could blind you if you weren't wearing sunglasses, for if you we're blinded by the light they would shoot, cause only the Galaraly's know about it.
Luckily, my brother told me every little secret there was to know about the Galaraly's there was to know!, and it's life style.
I accidentally jostled the don, Leon Trice. I said my sorry's and my gratitude towards him and he forgave me, but with a warning attached. He said, " If you bump, talk, or step in my direction
ever again I'll cut out your tongue, break your leg, and leave you to be ripped up and teared to peices by the blood hounds. He began to laugh as he walked out, like nothing he said was wrong.
I headed to my room so I could secretly call my Ink Ballow companions.
The I.B. administrator told me to, " Go to the window and pick up the tiny vial." The vial concealed transparent poison, so it looked like water.
I decided that since I was already in my room, I might as well get some rest.
The next day, February 6th, 1784 at 3:16p.m. I was my way to get ready for the Galaraly Ball.
It was a dance in which you had to dress up and look as literate as possible. For you we're competing to impress the don of the Skull Merchants, for if he was not pleased he would shut down what he called, " They're petty little business in whic he doesn't know why he sends money to help it stay up."
I disguised myself as a waitor so the don of the Skull Merchants couldn't recognize me, and so I could get close enough to him.
I finally got my shot, I poured in the vial that held the poison and emptied it into the wine glass, I delivered it to the don, Slip Stout, of the Skell Merchants. He drank it so fast it was like he hasn't had a drink in years.
He began choking and started to seethe from the mouth. He had a slow and painful death, and justice was served that day.
 John5590 · Sat Dec 13, 2008 @ 01:42am · 0 Comments |
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